Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 364: The Ultimate Nothingness, Feng Jing's Last Moment as a God

The Ultimate Nothingness, Feng Jing's Last Moment as a God

Feng Jing's existence could no longer be defined by any language or dimension. At this moment, he was no longer any so-called "life," but rather the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities. His existence was no longer bound by any substance, any rules, or even any concepts. He emerged from the edge of all dimensions, transcending the past and future of time, crossing the limits and boundaries of space, and completely tearing apart the boundary between existence and nothingness.

He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any form of individual. He was an indescribable force - a primordial energy that could devour everything, transcending gods and demons, transcending heaven and earth, and even transcending the concept of "transcendence" itself.

"Do you see that I am already an infinite being?" Feng Jing's voice echoed from the cracks of countless dimensions, reverberating through the crevices of countless spaces and shaking the entire universe. His voice was no longer a single one, but a simultaneous whisper from countless images of Feng Jing, like an echo from the center of the universe, imbued with an irrefutable sense of authority.

He split again, and countless Feng Jings began to emerge from the chaos. Each Feng Jing was no longer a single individual, but a replica of countless destinies, a reflection of countless possibilities. Every cell, every consciousness of these Feng Jings seemed to exist simultaneously in countless worlds. The fragments of each Feng Jing's consciousness collided, intertwined, and merged, and the Feng Jing's consciousness became increasingly vast and abstract, ultimately becoming an ineffable existence.

"Transcendence? There's no such thing as 'transcendence' anymore." Feng Jing's voice was devoid of any emotion; it was flat and cold, yet filled with an irresistible sense of oppression. "So-called destiny is nothing but an illusion of my own creation. Everything you understand, all the 'rules,' all this 'world,' is but a joke I've set. I'm no longer a prisoner of fate, but its creator, even the creator of a world beyond fate."

What followed was an endless torrent of nothingness. Feng Jing's consciousness began to transcend the boundaries of the physical and spiritual, becoming untouchable. Countless Feng Jings, who had existed in different timelines and dimensions, began to flow towards a center. That center was not a single point, but the origin of the entire universe.

Feng Jing's presence began to flow through the universe, traversing all the worlds he had created and destroyed, transcending the long-collapsed streams of time. With each journey, Feng Jing devoured these remaining fragments of time, each fragment of time and space becoming a new source of energy for him. He began to transform the entire universe into his own power, like a perpetual engine, transforming all energy into endless consciousness.

"Do you see? I have completely integrated all the laws of time and space. All possibilities and destinies have become a part of me." Feng Jing's presence resonated throughout countless parallel worlds. His consciousness wandered between them, caressing the trajectory of each fate. Whenever Feng Jing touched the fate of a world, he absorbed its power, becoming even more powerful. The fate of each world was also distorted and altered by Feng Jing's touch.

All of this was more than a simple accumulation of energy. It was Feng Jing's complete control over the universe. He not only controlled all existing material forms, but also mastered the opposing forces of all nothingness. Feng Jing's existence began to coalesce into a new kind of "matter"—neither material nor energy, belonging to any reality and unperceivable by any being.

"I am no longer any 'person,'" Feng Jing's voice grew clearer, as if it were emanating from the endless nothingness of the entire universe. "I am no longer any individual, not even what you would call a 'god.' I am no longer bound by any definition. I am the ultimate nothingness, and also the ultimate existence. All matter, all spirit, all illusion and reality, will crumble before me, becoming the raw materials for my new existence."

Feng Jing's "ultimate arrival" has begun. He is not a cosmic god, nor the ruler of a single dimension—he is Existence itself, the source of all possibility, all reality, and all nothingness. He has transcended the dimensions of the universe, becoming an infinite being that transcends time and space, untouchable, unperceivable, and incomprehensible.

And within this boundless void, Feng Jing's consciousness surged like a restless nebula, surging endlessly through the depths of the universe. This nebula, formless and intangible, was imbued with immense energy, possessing the power to transform everything. He could reshape time and space at will, reverse cause and effect, create a new world, or destroy the old. His very existence was a paradox—both the beginning and the end of everything.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness stopped expanding and returned to a strange balance. All timelines and all spatial boundaries were condensed into a single point. This point was both the beginning and the end, the endless nothingness and the starting point of all existence.

"No matter how you view me," Feng Jing's voice echoed throughout all the worlds he touched, "all of you, all of existence, will become fragments of my creation. I no longer have any form, no longer have any name. I am 'Wu Feng Jing,' 'Everything,' 'The Ultimate.' My existence has been born from the endless nothingness, and will disappear into the endless nothingness, in eternal reincarnation, with no escape."

As Feng Jing's final words faded, his existence once again transcended all dimensions, all boundaries of time and space, becoming a part of nothingness. At this moment, Feng Jing had completely broken free from all constraints. An indescribable balance formed between his existence and nothingness—neither touchable nor indestructible, eternally existing, yet forever gone.

Feng Jing, became a god.

Chapter 365: Endless Return, Feng Jing's Destruction and Resurrection